In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 451: The beginning of the confrontation (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In a spacious and bright doctor's office, Merkel was sitting in front of a chair, looking at Schiller, who was writing medical records opposite, frowned and said:

"...So, you mean, now I'm in your dream?"

"That's right, now, can you tell me exactly what's going on?"

Merkel frowned. This young butler who always looked mature and steady had a very different temperament at this time.

When serving Schiller in the manor, he looked calm and honest, talked about the weather with everyone, and had a unique British humorous temperament. In short, as soon as you see him, you can think of the most typical British butler.

But now, when he frowned and narrowed his eyes, a sharp aura spread from him, making it hard not to think of some professions related to secret agents or soldiers.

"Can't I get out of here if I don't tell?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "No, you can't stay here for too long, if a person sleeps for too long, the body's functions will be affected, just like a vegetative person who has been sleeping for many years, the muscles will atrophy. "

"I mean you, will you get me out of here?"

But Schiller nodded again. He looked into Merkel's eyes and said: "I hope you can figure out one thing. I spent money and time to find someone who can do it for me." The steward of the manor."

"But when I was not at home, you rummaged through my things and caused you to come here, so please don't say like I imprisoned you, this is entirely your own mistake, and I Is a victim."

Merkel seemed about to say something, but before he could speak, Schiller continued:

"I don't care what kind of political stance you have, or what other purpose you have for this job, but I paid you to hire you in the hope that you can do your job well. "

"I hope I don't need to help you remember how much you messed up during this time."

Merkel frowned all the time, and Schiller saw that he was completely clueless, so he could only say:

"Merkel, you have not been here for a long time, but during this time, you forgot to deliver food to the newsboy, ironed two newspapers, unbuttoned a custom-made suit, almost You broke the decorations on my table and scratched the corner of the sandalwood bookshelf with a trolley, and these losses are more than three times your commission.”

"I want you to think about it, why didn't I fire you when I knew you were a Soviet spy and you were clumsy?"

Merkel's eyes widened. In fact, he also wanted to ask why.

If, as Schiller said, Schiller had already discovered something was wrong when he got off the train, why did he hire him? He wasn't fired even when his job wasn't going well.

It is the winter of 1988. Those who are familiar with history may know that the situation during the Cold War was very severe. During this period, no normal American was willing to have anything to do with the Soviet Union.

"Are you making a statement to me?" Merkel asked.

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly, and said, "I guess, your time in training should not be very long, or you might as well come from Yeluzi."

"I will not mention it first, you used the usual spy method to deal with cigarette butts in front of a cigarette boy."

"You don't have to care. After you came to my manor, you didn't do anything for a long time because you didn't dare to take risks."

"It is not even necessary to mention that you chose to open my private letters without judgment, so that you did not get any important information."

"When you are in this situation, you still adopt an aggressive attitude and ask me to say everything clearly. This will not increase my pressure, but will only expose your guilty conscience."

Schiller sighed and said: "I guess, you should be a pure British, but because you have received a certain ideological education, you have participated in some businesses."

"Now, ideals and struggle still occupy most of your mind. I can't say this is wrong, but obviously, you seem to think things too simply."

Merkel frowned, staring at Schiller and said: "No matter how much you slander, I will not shake my attitude."

"Okay, let's change the subject, what mission are you here to perform?"

Merkel was silent.

Schiller propped his face with his fingers, raised his head slightly, stared into Merkel's eyes, and said:

"Before, when you were in the manor, you didn't like to look directly into my eyes. In fact, you should also know that this is not out of politeness, but something in your eyes that cannot be hidden."

"This is actually a very interesting phenomenon. All the Marxists I know have different eyes from others."

"Do you know other Marxists?" Merkel finally couldn't help but speak.

Schiller suddenly changed the subject again, he said:

"Since you came to my dream during this period of time, it means that you should start from the third floor of the manor, go all the way down, and finally touch the wine bottle on the bookshelf , besides that, have you found anything else?"

"Do you have anything to discover?"

Schiller showed a rather helpless expression, and he said: "Your thinking is completely immersed in the work of an agent, so that you don't realize how blunt the use of those words is."

"You have to figure out one thing, Merkel, now you must have more doubts than me, you must know more things than me, and you must ask more questions than me."

"If you want to get the answers to these questions, you must answer my questions first. Do you think the answers you want to know are not worth revealing some information in exchange for?"

Merkel stared into Schiller's eyes silently, as if to confirm whether this was another trap, but in the end, he said: "I don't promise to answer every question."

"Okay, change one question for another, and if you can't answer it, I'll change it."

Schiller was fiddling with a writing pen in his hand, and he asked, "Did you find anything in my manor?"

Merkel paused, and the expression on his face became a little exciting, as if recalling something bad, he said:

"I can understand that you lock every door in the manor out of security, well, if it's for security, then you have a different lock for each door, that's okay. I can understand, and it makes sense that different locks correspond to different keys..."

"But why do you hide each key in different places, then design a puzzle for each key, and then arrange several clues for this puzzle, and then in order to get this clue, you have to decipher several A password, in order to obtain these passwords, I have to go to the library to read several books..."

Merkel stretched out his fingers to cover his eyes, and his tone revealed deep helplessness: "It is because of this that I came to your dream at this point in time. Solve these **** puzzles tonight."

"He... Am I sick?" Schiller whispered in doubt.

"What?"

"No, it's nothing, did you solve it?

Merkel looked at Schiller with an extremely resentful look and said:

"It took me several hours to finally open the door, and the moment I touched that wine bottle, I came here."

"Don't feel bad, I just recently updated the puzzle library in the room on the second floor, because I was recently given a pretty good hardcover copy of Sherlock Holmes.

"If you opened the door in order from south to north, then you should at least have read the first two cases. I think that is the most amazing part, how about you?"

"Is this a second question?

"Please, don't be so boring, this is just a normal chat." Schiller waved the pen in his hand, looked down at his medical records and said:

"You are always at every critical point, trying to use a strong attitude to gain the initiative, which may be because you are now in a weak position and insecure."

"Look, every act and expression of yours reveals a lot of information, it's not like you can deal with me just by putting on a cold face."

Merkel's eyes were fixed on Schiller. In fact, he felt a little strange, because the Schiller in front of him was a little too patient.

Actually, Merkel knows that his current attitude cannot be said to be insecure, and it can even be said to be a little fear. What kind of man is he.

Merkel has never studied psychology, so he doesn't know the professional terms for certain diseases. He just feels that Schiller is a bit neurotic, with many stubborn and rigid habits, and his temper is a bit unclear through.

He will devote a lot of energy and time to some weird and useless things, such as installing a different lock for each door, and then arranging thousands of puzzles to protect the keys. Or spend a lot of time polishing quirky collectibles like umbrellas, globes, binoculars, glasses, and more.

But at the same time, he appears to be very impatient when it comes to many serious matters. For example, he reads the newspaper at breakfast every day~IndoMTL.com~ If either the breakfast or the newspaper arrives late, he will not will start.

I feel very resistant to breaking the routine, but I often go out in the middle of the night.

When speaking, he always hits the nail on the head, basically does not consider the feelings of the listener, and even makes some very ordinary communication a big deal, deliberately letting people know that he has seen through the inner essence.

This kind of temper, which is very different from ordinary people, makes Merkel feel that he is a little crazy.

The Schiller in front of him now looks very normal, a bit too normal.

When Merkel decided to take a tough stance, he actually had no plans to leave here alive. According to his understanding, his mysterious employer would not have so much patience to listen to his Commonly used words in interrogation by secret agents.

Merkel doesn't know how long she can last in this kind of communication.

Originally, his expectation was that no matter whether he could leave here alive or not, as long as he didn't reveal the secret in his heart, he would be considered a success. He never expected that he would still have room to bargain.

Schiller's change has no logical basis at all, so Merkel only thinks that Schiller may be in a good mood now, so he also relaxes a little bit, and wants to take advantage of this time to fight for more life for himself If there is an opportunity, it is best to get a little more information.

"Well, it looks like you're not interested in chatting right now, so you can ask your first question."

Merkel swallowed, he gradually relaxed his body, focused on his thoughts, looked into Schiller's eyes and asked:

"How the **** did you do it?"